All business, as usual. He sighed and his shoulders slumped briefly, but his expression didn't change. He'd resigned himself to this place, but that was because he was sure he'd perished in the Bahamut upon arriving. Expecting the afterlife made everything a little easier to digest. Of course, she was not on the brink of death, so he could understand her distress. It was just unfortunate that she didn't know anything useful either.
"Las Vegas," he said, as if the name meant anything to her. "Or Sin City, if you prefer. It certainly evokes an image."
He didn't invite her in. Instead, he stepped out of the room and let the door click shut behind him. If he had to be the bearer of bad news, he would rather do it over dinner or a drink. She wasn't going to be happy with his answer, but he didn't have anything helpful to say. He hadn't found a way home, but he did suppose he could have tried a little harder. That inclination to run from his problems had kicked in as soon as he landed here because there were very few problems to speak of.
Now that she was here, though, it would probably reignite the fire to return back to what was familiar. This place seemed to have a way with people who wanted to lose themselves. He wasn't quite ready to give up just yet.
"Your guess is as good as mine, princess," he told her over his shoulder.